Orang Utan
Maybe I like the misery
I know people over 50 who still go clubbing. One of them looks like a walnut though, it has to be said.
One of them looks like a walnut though, it has to be said.

>come out with us then! we aging ravers have to stick together


I'd happily go half way there from my present walrus proportionsI know people over 50 who still go clubbing. One of them looks like a walnut though, it has to be said.

Me and my gf used to neck some speed, then go out clubbing.
What made us give it up was after we'd been in the club about half an hour and the speed started kicking in, we couldn't wait to get back home for sex, and we would often ring for a taxi pretty much straight away.
It was costing £50 for half an hour.![]()

41 year old arms?
<looks at arms, wonders what's going to happen to them in the next 5 years>

come out with us then! we aging ravers have to stick together

you've got years of happy clubbing ahead of you - just stay safe will ya?

it's quite interesting how some of the late 30s people seemed to grow out of it about the same time as me and my friends who are late 20s
could it be not the fact we grew out of it, just the fact that the 'scene' (for want of a less cringy word) lost it's way
i remember when breakcore was kickiing off around 2004 was like a new lease of life for me, but that was pretty short lived
i wonder if there was something original if we would get into that. i do think going out and getting trashed is more for people under 25, but it was never just about going out and getting trashed. a couple of my friends in newcastle are under 25 and they are bored of getting trashed
i dunno - I still find a lot of unfamiliar new music (and a lot of old new music too) that gets me very excited and makes me want to dance.
I stopped when I hit my late 20s. I saw too many of my mates getting fucked up. Let's see. One died. One went to rehab and came out all weird. One went mad and stuck a shotgun to my face. Another became a smack head. My dealer who I became friends with use to pimp his wife. And on top I was developing a a bad habit.
The scene. The drugs was all too off-putting.
Glad I did it though.
I'm the same really, plus the fact that I take longer to recover now and having to go to work whilst on a comedown and/or utterly knackered just isn't fun.
I also don't like the atmosphere at a lot of nights now, too many people doing ket for my liking...
i dunno, his dealer friend sounds an enterprising chap.Fucking hell, I dont think it was the scene that caused all that surely? Maybe you just had an unfortunate set of friends?

i dunno, his dealer friend sounds an enterprising chap.![]()
Fucking hell, I dont think it was the scene that caused all that surely? Maybe you just had an unfortunate set of friends?
nose rubbing finger pointingwhat made you finally stop going?
Yep erver NYE miss day of MeagdogDo you ever miss it?

I enjoyed going to the OCB nights a few years back, a more civilised raving experience.![]()

But if someone offers me a pill Ill neck it. Doesn't matter if I'm in a club or not.

I know people over 50 who still go clubbing. One of them looks like a walnut though, it has to be said.

The music finally put me off, I really hated techno and I could only ever do class A,s very occasionally anyway.
I have always had a fantasy of going to a really good disco with loads of Motown and some funky house and taking some MDMA I have never actually been chemically enhanced to music I really loveIn fact the drugs just made me able to tolerate the shit I was dancing to! Pointless! What was I thinking??